I HAD BEEN making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles the day we heard my brother had escaped. I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.　　　　At the north end of the island, near the tumbled remains of the slip where the handle of the rusty winch still creaks in an easterly wind, I had two Poles on the far face of the last dune. One of the Poles held a rat head with two dragonflies, the other a seagull and two mice. I was just sticking one of the mouse heads back on when the birds went up into the evening air, kaw-calling and screaming, wheeling over the path through 　

　　William Blake　　　　"Nature does not premeditate; she does not use mathematics; she does not deliberately produce whole patterns, she lets whole patterns produce themselves. Nature does what nature demands; she is beyond blame and responsibility."　　Peter S. StevensPatterns in NatureOne　　Sunday, November 23　　Paradise, Pennsylvania　　3:00 a.m.　　　　The thing Boonie loved most about dumping off Black Bridge was how altogether goddam convenient it was. Take, for example, the traveling time. Even with miniature minefields of ice booby-trapping the backroads of Hellam, he figured ten minutes tops in th　

THE LIBRARY1THE LIBRARYBy Andrew Lang1- Page 2-THE LIBRARY2PREFATORY NOTEThe pages in this volume on illuminated and other MSS. (with theexception of some anecdotes about Bussy Rabutin and Julie deRambouillet) have been contributed by the Rev. W. J. Loftie, who has alsowritten on early printed books (pp. 94-95). The pages on the Biblioklept...　

D E M O N S T R A T I V E T R A N S L A T I O NO FS C I E N T I F I C S E C R E T S ;O RA C O L L E C T I O N O F A B O V E5 0 0 U S E F U L R E C E I P T SO N A V A R I E T Y O F S U B J E C T Sby DANIEL YOUNG1 8 6 1...　

The Beasts of Tarzanby Edgar Rice BurroughsTo Joan BurroughsCONTENTSCHAPTER PAGE1 Kidnapped . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12 Marooned . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 93 Beasts at Bay . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 184 Sheeta . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 285 Mugambi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 376 A Hideous Crew . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 467 Betrayed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 55...　

SAMUEL BROHL & COMPANYSAMUEL BROHL &COMPANYVICTOR CHERBULIEZ1- Page 2-SAMUEL BROHL & COMPANYCHAPTER IWere the events of this nether sphere governed by the calculus ofprobabilities, Count Abel Larinski and Mlle. Antoinette Moriaz wouldalmost unquestionably have arrived at the end of their respective careerswithout ever having met. Count Larinski lived in Vienna, Austria; Mlle....　

　　THE SUMERIANS　　　　Three thousand years before the birth of Christ, the first real moves towards civilisation emerged from southern Mesopotamia, around the lower reaches of the Euphrates and Tigris rivers. Because the land was between two rivers-Sumer-the people there were called Sumerians.　　Their ethnic origins have never been explained.　　This race of people made three important contributions towards our advancement-four if you count the establishment of firmly governed munities.　　The first two were these: The measurement of time in hours, days and months; and astrology, the study of the sta　

The Metal Monsterby A. MerrittPROLOGUEBefore the narrative which follows was placed in my hands, I had never seen Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, its author.When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic ruins of the Nan-Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given me by the International Association of Science for editing and revision to meet the requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left America. He had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, to be able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them freshened memories of thos　

First Visit to New Englandby William Dean HowellsCONTENTS:BibliographicalMy First Visit to New EnglandFirst Impressions of Literary New YorkBIBLIOGRAPHICALLong before I began the papers which make up this volume, I had meant towrite of literary history in New England as I had known it in the livesof its great exemplars during the twenty-five years I lived near them.In fact, I had meant to do this from the time I came among them; but Ilet the days in which I almost constantly saw them go by without recordsave such as I carried in a memory retentive, indeed, beyond the common,...　

The Portygeeby Joseph C. LincolnCHAPTER IOverhead the clouds cloaked the sky; a ragged cloak it was, and,here and there, a star shone through a hole, to be obscured almostinstantly as more cloud tatters were hurled across the rent. Thepines threshed on the hill tops. The bare branches of the wild-cherry and silverleaf trees scraped and rattled and tossed. Andthe wind, the raw, chilling December wind, driven in, wet andsalty, from the sea, tore over the dunes and brown uplands andacross the frozen salt-meadows, screamed through the telegraph...　

　I found what follows lying on my desk one morning.　As you will see, it appears to be the first-person story of a young woman, evidently beautiful and not unskilled in the arts of love.　According to her story, she appears to have been involved, both perilously and romantically, with the same James Bond whose secret-service exploits I myself have written from time to time.　With the manuscript was a note signed "Vivienne Michel," assuring me that what she had written was purest truth and from the depths of her heart.　I was much interested in this view of James Bond, through the wrong end of the　

The Circus Boys In Dixie Land (Or Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South)The Circus Boys In DixieLand(Or Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South)Edgar B. P. Darlington1- Page 2-The Circus Boys In Dixie Land (Or Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South)CHAPTER IUNDER CANVAS AGAIN"I reckon the fellows will turn out to see us tomorrow night, Teddy."...　

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TRAVELLING COMPANIONby Hans Christian AndersenPOOR John was very sad; for his father was so ill, he had nohope of his recovery. John sat alone with the sick man in the littleroom, and the lamp had nearly burnt out; for it was late in the night."You have been a good son, John," said the sick father, "and Godwill help you on in the world." He looked at him, as he spoke, withmild, earnest eyes, drew a deep sigh, and died; yet it appeared asif he still slept.John wept bitterly. He had no one in the wide world now; neither...　

THE NIXY[15][15] From the German. Kletke.There was once upon a time a miller who was very well off, andhad as much money and as many goods as he knew what to do with.But sorrow comes in the night, and the miller all of a suddenbecame so poor that at last he could hardly call the mill inwhich he sat his own. He wandered about all day full of despairand misery, and when he lay down at night he could get no rest,but lay awake all night sunk in sorrowful thoughts.One morning he rose up before dawn and went outside, for hethought his heart would be lighter in the open air. As he...　

Chapter XVII of Volume III (Chap. 59)``MY dear Lizzy, where can you have been walking to?' was a question which Elizabeth received from Jane as soon as she entered their room, and from all the others when they sat down to table. She had only to say in reply, that they had wandered about, till she was beyond her own knowledge. She coloured as she spoke; but neither that, nor any thing else, awakened a suspicion of the truth.The evening passed quietly, unmarked by any thing extraordinary. The acknowledged lovers talked and laughed, the unacknowledged were silent. Darcy was not of a disposition　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1The old seaman SquireSquire Trelawney, Dr Livesey, and the others have asked me to write down all I know about Treasure Island .My name is Jim Hawkins, and I was in the story right from the start, back in 17-.I was only a boy then, and it all began at the time my father owned the Admiral Benbow inn, at Black Hill Cove .I remember so clearly the day when the old seaman came to stay-I can almost see him in front of me as I write.He arrived with his sea-chest, a tall, strong man with a cut across one cheek. He sang that old sea sang as he walked up to the inn door